1. The Necromass: Always They Answer

When the moon gets a silvery violet light
We use to meet in this old abandoned house
Among cold ancient walls and baroque drapes
To establish link between Life and Death

We proclaim the presence of a spirit light
In relation with the living before us
Their words are subject for the study on life
Consider the Funeral as a new birth rite

A new birth rite...The Necromass

2. Dirges

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3. Cultus Lugubris

Wrapped in my sudarium
I'm waitin' for the unburial rite
Praying for Those who observe us
From the Silent Place

I adore the Mother Death
I evoke the Great Misfortune
Rain and tombs and faded flowers
Delight for my eyes

Cultus Lugubris

I hear voices from the corpes
Their grim breathe is callin' me
All around hear the sound of Darkness
An invisible veil...
Cultus Lugubris

They await in silence
They await in silence
I can feel their silent stare

4. Requies Aeterna

Grey fumes of blood fill up this wooden dark
In static rest eternal life

Mortuary silence of a resurrecting world
Faint languid eyes that look at us

Hallucinating stares that gaze at you
Hypnotic words of pain of a tuneless renew

Requies Aeterna
Requies Aeterna

Wreaths and dirges, eternal drowsiness
A cadaverical symbiosis with gloom

The praying knell will rise high from the church
They'll send us flowers from their graves

Requies Aeterna
Requies Aeterna

5. Creatures From The Grave

The time has come
Some shapes loom up in the Darkness
The graveyard rises again...
The dirges of the wolves resound so sinister
A mystic fog awakes the Dead
The stillness of the tombstones
Is broken by a breath
The night of the resurrected Dead

Oh no, no, don't try to escape your ruthless Fate
They are the obscure silent grim
Creatures from the Grave

I hear They're coming to get you
Blind eyes that point at you!
They're rising to get you
Look out, 'cause They'll come very soon...

The moon is quickly faded
The earth now smells of Death
The tombstones move, grim creatures live again...

I hear They're coming to get you
Blind eyes that point at you!
They're rising to get you
Look out, 'cause They'll come very soon...

Oh no, no, don't try to escape your ruthless Fate
They are the obscure silent grim
Creatures from the Grave

6. Divination

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7. When The Ceremony Ends

Dreams of Funerals
Desolating Celebration of Gloom
Grim reflections and violet shades
The doleful silence of Death

Funeral...

They will leave us
When the Ceremony Ends
A crowd of mourners awaits
Desolated and desperated souls
Mother Death awaits us all

Funeral...